At the cabin I write the old fashioned way with a pad and pencil, I…
Category: poetry friday
Mary Jemison Her statue stands over the lands she grew to love beyond and above…
This week I am getting ready for my student writer’s circle to start. We will…
Some of you know that I’ve had a student writer’s circle in the past. For…
We’ve been travelling over the last week, visiting places we used to live and conduct…
You move so slowly, Until you see me on the path. Quickly, you scoot away…
One of my favorite rides at the amusement park has always been the carousel. I…
We had a spectacular storm early on Tuesday evening. It took place after dinner, blowing…
Monday night we took a canoe ride after dinner on the small lake upon which…
There are many ideas running through my head this Friday morning. But, none seem worth…
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